When the lifeboat floated out of the sea, the morning glow dyed the clouds into a golden color. Tang 꿦 touched his smooth back and muttered to himself: "This tattoo has been with me for thirty years, how can it disappear just like that..." Suddenly, Qin Feng grabbed his collar and pointed the flat camera at his pupils - the shadow of a bronze compass floated deep in his irises.

Su Chen's bracelet suddenly overloaded and heated up, and a three-dimensional star map popped up on the system interface: [Source of energy: Iron meteorite in 1046 BC]. He tore off his waterproof suit, and a pattern exactly the same as the tattoo that disappeared from Tang Yu appeared on his chest, except that the position of the stars was reversed 180 degrees.

"Kan and Li are in different positions. This is the reverse of the universe in the Lian Yi!" Tang Yu threw out the Emperor Qian's hexagram, "We have become a living Hun Tian Yi..." Before he finished speaking, the sound of engines came from afar. Seven speedboats with the logos of technology companies approached in the Big Dipper formation, and the coating on the boats glowed with an eerie purple light in the morning sun.

Isabella's white coat rustled in the salty sea breeze, and her jade earrings resonated with the star map on Su Chen's chest. "You activated the Observer Protocol of the Ruins," she raised the fragment of meteorite, "and now the whole of Bangkok is like Schrödinger's cat..."

Qin Feng suddenly stuttered and called up the city surveillance - pedestrians at the intersection were both walking and still. Tang 꿦's gold teeth bit the laser sight: "Playing tricks!" 꿯's copper coin hit the speedboat engine, and the shadow of the Hai'an in 1946 appeared in the flames of the explosion.

Su Chen took the opportunity to hack into the quantum computer and found that all the codes pointed to the system in his body. When the last string of instructions was executed, the time and space of Bangkok suddenly collapsed - they stood on the deck of Zheng He's treasure ship, and in front of them were Nazi engineers who were installing the gilded Buddha.

Poirot's pocket watch ticked in the sea breeze, and the young first mate was pouring poison into the crew's rum. Tang 꿦's Luoyang shovel stuck the bottle: "Grandpa, this wine burns my mouth!" The historical shadow was distorted in the touch, and Su Chen's system suddenly reported an error: [You are creating a new world line].

Isabella walked out of the folds of time and space, and the nano-coating decomposed under the sunlight of the Ming Dynasty: "The ruins are an observation window of dimensional civilization, and the gilded Buddha is the quantum wedge anchoring reality..." She was suddenly pierced through the chest by a bronze compass, and the iron and blood reacted to form a Klein bottle channel.

The Bangkok rainstorm flies backwards into the sky, and Tang Yu's DNA replicates infinitely in the Klein bottle. Qin Feng uses the stuttering frequency to shatter the quantum lattice, and Su Chen injects the system energy into the star tattoo. When the countdown reaches zero, the gilded Buddha vaporizes from all timelines at the same time, leaving only thirty human-shaped scorch marks in reality - the exact posture of the crew's death in 1946.

The three of them stood in the ashes of time, Poirot's pocket watch turned to dust. Tang 迦 took out a wrinkled Chinatown brochure, on the back of which was a simple drawing of a gilded Buddha hand-painted by a tourist. The star map on Su Chen's chest suddenly flashed: [The audience is in place for the next scene].

After the rainstorm, Chinatown was filled with the mixed smell of fish sauce and jasmine. Su Chen squatted in front of the drainage ditch at the entrance of the alley. His nano-gloves picked up half a yellowed page from the mud - a fragment of the Bangkok Post in 1946, with a pinhole-sized binary code revealed in the ink smudge of the notice board.

"Water is seen in the Qian Palace. The direction of this canal is in line with Qimen Dunjia!" Tang 꿦's compass was attached to the manhole cover. The moment Luoyang's shovel pried it open, Qin Feng's thermal imaging device sounded an alarm. Three meters underground, an old telegraph machine was buried. The key gaps were filled with dried betel dregs - exactly the same as the habit of the cleaners in the science and technology building.

When Su Chen used a laser pen to cut the rusted shell, Qin Feng suddenly stuttered and pointed to the sky: "Cloud...cloud layer!" The vortex pattern of the cumulonimbus cloud completely overlapped with Tang 꿦's missing star tattoo. Tang 꿦's gold teeth crushed the betel nut residue, and the residue he spat out showed a genetic map under ultraviolet light - exactly matching the mutation site of his mitochondrial DNA.

In the evidence library of the Bangkok Police Station, thirty photos of the gilded Buddha's residual shadows were suspended in static electricity. Su Chen's bracelet suddenly overloaded, and the system interface loaded a three-dimensional Thai password - the flag signal of Zheng He's fleet with each letter inverted.

"Let the master come!" Tang Ji arranged the coins of the emperor into the Luoshu Palace, and the point where the coins fell just corresponded to the refraction angle of the Buddha's light in the photo. When the last "Qianlong Tongbao" was embedded in the groove, the wall of the dark room burst open, revealing the camphorwood box left by Polo. On the velvet lining in the box, 76 jade cufflinks were arranged into the constellation of Orion, and each one was engraved with a variant symbol of "HP".

Qin Feng scanned the cufflinks with a microscope helmet, and suddenly stuttered and stepped back: "This...this..." The jade contained nano-scale vacuum tubes, and the arrangement was exactly the same as the quantum crystals in Su Chen's body. Tang Li's Luoyang shovel suddenly stuck to the bottom of the box, and the ashes from the shovel were mixed with human bone fragments - radiocarbon dating showed that they were from the 15th century.

In an antique shop on the underground black market, Tang 꿦 used cinnabar to draw talismans on the remaining pages of the Yongle Encyclopedia. The damp rice paper took shape when exposed to heat, and on the deck of the treasure ship painted in fine brushwork, modern people in radiation-proof suits stood out. The sinking tank suddenly backflowed, and the retina projected the Nazi submarine's cabin surveillance - in the picture of 1943, engineers were installing a cover counter on the gilded Buddha.

"The space-time anchor has been rewritten!" Qin Feng retrieved the observatory data, and the satellite clusters in the near-Earth orbit were forming a quantum trance array. His stuttering suddenly healed, and he fluently recited the hexagram of the Book of Changes: "꿯覆道껩，七꿂来复..."

The explosion in the technology building shattered the bulletproof glass, and Isabella's clone walked out of the fire. Her mechanical prosthetic eye projected a holographic will - Poirot wiped his pocket watch in the dying video: "The real murder began in 1433, Zheng He's seventh voyage to the West was not a return voyage..."

Low-frequency vibrations were heard from the seafloor, and the quantum communications of thirty nuclear submarines suddenly synchronized. Tang 꿦's irises reflected the phantom of a bronze compass, and the star tattoo on Su Chen's chest began to rotate counterclockwise. When the first ray of moonlight pierced through the clouds, the asphalt road beneath their feet cracked into the bottomless Eye of the Ruins, and the keel of Zheng He's treasure ship was slowly materializing from the dimensional space.